Even If It
Were So, It Seemed To Be But Fair, And So It Rather Amused, Than
Vexed Me, And I Continued To Jog On, Without Much Regretting My
Waste Journey To The Mast.
Not far from Dorchester, I had another delightful view.
The country
here became so fine, that I positively could not prevail on myself
to quit it, and so I laid myself down on the green turf, which was
so fresh and sweet, that I could almost have been contented, like
Nebuchadnezzar, to have grazed on it. The moon was at the full; the
sun darted its last parting rays through the green hedges, to all
which was added, the overpowering fragrance of the meadows, the
diversified song of the birds, the hills that skirted the Thames,
some of them of a light, and others of a dark-green hue, with the
tufted tops of trees dispersed here and there among them. The
contemplation of all these delightful circumstances well-nigh
overcame me.
I arrived rather late at Dorchester. This is only a small place,
but there is in it a large and noble old church. As I was walking
along, I saw several ladies with their heads dressed, leaning out of
their windows, or standing before the houses, and this made me
conclude that this was too fine a place for me, and so I determined
to walk on three-quarters of a mile farther to Nuneham, which place
is only five miles from Oxford. When I reached Nuneham, I was not a
little tired, and it was also quite dark.
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